User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/Islands of No Return/@comment-4094509-20111021225803

Atty sits on the edge of a little cliff, not that steep or high. She is busy fishing with a crude, hand made fishing rod. She hopes to catch enough fish to satisfy both her and the famine faced Pokkle the dumb ferret. She stares idly at a clump of grass growing near where she sits. Time passed. There was not even a little twitch of the long string trailing in the water as time passed by. Atty let out a grumpy sigh and closed her eyes. She wanted to survive on the accursed island. One eye lazily opened, and stared at the far shore on the left. She could see a shrew out of the corner of her eye. "Interesting..." she would murmur.